𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞||𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤

"I love you."

I said to my reflection in the mirror, blowing a kiss at it too because I'm extra, earning a scoff from behind me. "Do you love me?" Xavier wrapped his arms around my waist, mumbling into my neck. "No I hate you." I stuck my tongue out at him in the mirror when he rested his chin on my shoulder, staring blankly at me. "But I didn't mean to burn your book." He grumbled. When I woke up this morning I decided I wanted to finish reading but I couldn't find my book anywhere so I asked Xavier.

This dumbass fucking burnt the book because it made me cry and he said he didn't like it when I cried. I love him but sometimes I wanna poke his eyes out. "That was my favourite book." I sighed, putting my eyeliner on. "At least I made you read it. Did you like it?" When he didn't respond, I looked up at him to find that he was already looking at me with a smile on his face as his fingers played with my hair mindlessly. "Zay?" I poked his cheek, smiling up at him.

"You're beautiful baby." He pecked my now pink cheek as butterflies swarmed in my stomach. "You're so cu-"

He groaned like the drama queen he is, "Cute my ass." He grumbled, unwrapping his arms around me so he could sit beside me whilst I do my makeup. Ass. "Yeah you're ass is cute too I guess." I shrugged my shoulders, smirking when he glared at me. Then he slapped my ass so I stuck my middle finger at him and rubbed my sore ass. "This is why I hate you." I glared at him, throwing a pillow at his head. He ducked before the pillow could hit him, "Stop throwing things at me woman." He dodged the shoe I threw at him with wide eyes.

"Listen here mister," I pointed my finger at him, "my ass hurts now because of you." I put my hand on my hip, watching a smirk appear on his face. "No smirking motherfucker." I bit my lip to stifle my laughter when he pursed his lips together. He then got up from his seat, "I'm really sorry for slapping your ass. That's such an ungentlemanly thing for me to do and it'll never happen again." He sighed deeply, shaking his head but a smirk slowly grazed his lips.

Then the motherfucker slapped my ass again but he quickly ran out the room before I could throw another shoe at him so instead it hit the door as soon as he left. Such a liar. "Xavier!" I groaned when the door slammed shut, running my hands down my face.

After finishing getting changed I picked up my phone and walked out the room to find the fucker. I then found him in the kitchen eating an apple with Valentina and Pietro. He pushed Valentina in front of him as soon as he saw me entering the kitchen which made her furrow her eyebrows. "Come here darling."

"No." He took a step back as I took one forward.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

Valentina and Pietro's eyes flickered between both of us as we argued. Then their eyes widened when I calmly walked up to Xavier so I could pinch his ear, pulling him down to my level, "¿Qué te dije hijo de puta?" I whispered into his ear quietly, "Deberías escucharme amor a menos que quieras ser abofeteado con el zapato."

(what did I say to you motherfucker? you should listen to me love unless you wanna get slapped with the shoe)

"That's hot." He blurts out loud enough for Valentina and Pietro to hear as they let out loud laughs. "You're her bitch." Pietro said in between laughs, pointing at a glaring Xavier. Just as I let go of his ear, he threw the apple he was eating at Pietro whilst rubbing his now red ear. "Ow what the fuck?" Pietro groaned, rubbing his head.

"You pinched too hard amore." Xavier grumbled, still rubbing his ear which made me smirk. "We're even then." I shrugged, sitting on top of the kitchen counter. "You're scary when you're mad." He muttered under his breath. "What was that mi amor?" I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head to the side. "Nothing." He said a little too quickly as he frantically shook his head. Pussy.

I held out my arms to him because I want a hug but he looked at me hesitantly, "It shocks me that you're a mafia leader." I sighed, gripping his shirt to pull him between my legs. "Honestly me too. He's a big ball of goo around you." Pietro chuckled from the barstool with Valentina.

One of the things I love about Xavier is that he isn't afraid to show his affection with me when he's around other people including his men. So when I looked down at him, running my fingers through his hair, I can't help the small smile that appears on my lips when he buried his face into my neck.

"Further proving my point." Pietro smiled, gesturing towards Xavier who is completely ignoring him as he places small kisses onto my neck. "If mash potatoes was a person it'll be Xavier." We laughed at Valentina's comment expect for Xavier, who only shook his head slightly.

"Amara." Xavier mumbled quietly but loud enough for me to hear. "Hmm?" I hummed, making small braids in his hair since it's long enough. "When do I ask you to marry me for real?" He lifted his head up, leaning his forehead against mine. The question did shock me a little since it was random but I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else other than him. This whole marriage may have been forced but I fell in love with him through it. "Mm," I mused, gazing up at him with a smile on my face, "when everything is over with your father. Then we'll get married, I promise." A dimpled smile appeared on his lips as he slipped his hands under my shirt to trace my hip with his thumb.

He held up his pinkie so I wrapped mine around his, planting a kiss on our intertwined pinkies as he did the same afterwards. "I love you." He mumbled against my lips, cupping my cheeks. "I love you." I wrapped my arms around his neck, grinning up at him.

The sound of a camera clicking broke us apart so we turned our heads to find Pietro and Valentina giggling behind the phone they were taking a picture on. "Seriously?" I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Wait, let me see." Xavier gestured to the phone with his hand, surprising me a little since he hates pictures. Pietro was hesitant at first but with a sigh he chucked the phone towards Xavier who caught it. I got a glimpse of it before the phone was suddenly thrown into the air. Xavier shot the phone with his gun mid air as my jaw dropped. That was a good pic as well.

He then picked up the remainder of the phone, "It accidentally dropped, my bad man." Xavier exaggeratedly sighed, handing Pietro's phone back who stared at him with wide eyes. "Dude!" He took the phone from Xavier, examining it. "Xavier, what did we talk about?" I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Not to use my gun unless it's necessary." He mumbled, drawing circles on my thigh with his finger. "And was that necessary?" I gestured to Pietro's phone with my head. "Yes-" He gritted out, glaring at Pietro who was already glaring at him but I turned his head back to me, raising an eyebrow. "No ma'am." He mumbled, shaking his head.

"So what do we say?" I smiled. It's like I'm scolding a child but it's not my fault he acts like one. He sighed, "I'm sorry." He grumbled. Pietro's jaw dropped before he snickered and got up from his seat, "You're paying for this." He patted Xaviers' shoulder. "First of all don't touch me," Xavier glared at him, shrugging his hand away. "Second off all if you take another picture of me I'll fucking shoot y-"

I punched his shoulder, glaring at him. I had a whole conversation with him earlier about how to use his manners because threatening people isn't necessary. "Respectfully I'll shoot you." He continued as if that's better. I shook my head smiling, "Xavier no." I sighed, getting off the counter top as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Well if it's respectfully I guess that's okay." Pietro sighed dramatically, walking out of the kitchen with Valentina as they giggled about God knows what.

I opened the fridge, deciding on what to eat as I felt Xavier come up from behind me. "Baby-" He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"No mister. You're on time out." I shut the fridge after I grabbed some milk for cereal, wriggling out of his grip. "The fuck?" He followed me to the cereal cabinet. I might be hangry. "No kisses for a week. No hugs for a month." I nodded firmly, grabbing the cereal out of the cabinet. "Don't test me." He spun me around by the waist, pinning me to the counter by caging me between his arms. I looked up at him to see his eyebrows furrowed with his lips settled into a straight line. "Already did." I smirked as he raised his eyebrows, smiling.

"Kiss." He demanded, pointing to his lips as he leaned forward. Smiling, I leaned up to press my lips to his as my fingers made their way to his hair.

꧁꧂

"Hi princess." I sat down, propping my feet up onto Xaviers' desk with some starbursts in my hand. "Who you calling princess?" He looked up from his phone, arching a perfect brow. "You." I shrugged, throwing an empty starburst wrapper at him. Don't worry he has all the green ones. "Don't call me princess." He grumbled, looking back at his phone.

"What about signora?"

(m'lady)

"No."

"Babes?" Ew.

"No."

"Chapo?"

(shorty)

"No." He furrowed his eyebrows, typing away on his phone.

"Mi perra?"

(my bitch)

"No."

"Pumpkin? Honey bunches of oats? Babygirl?"

"Just stop talking." He chuckled, throwing his phone onto the table as he leaned back in his chair. "Zay," I sighed, sitting up as I intertwined my hands together onto the table, "we need a puppy." I nodded firmly, keeping a straight face. I've always wanted one but Damon is allergic so we couldn't get one. Stupid Damon with his stupid allergies. "Amara," He mimicked my action and expression, "no."

"I'll be expecting one on my birthday." I smiled at him, resting my hands under my chin.

Before he could reply, there were gunshots shooting through the glass window behind him so we quickly ducked under the table. "Oh fuck me." He groaned, moving over to me. Xavier flipped the table, using it as a shield to protect us from the guns outside. "Maybe later Zay." I sighed as the glass shattered next to us. Smirking, he took the gun out of his suit pocket then gave it to me as he took the one out of his gun holster that was around his waist.

The lights began flickering, signalling that the house was under attack. "Shit." Xavier muttered under his breath, loading his gun up with bullets as I did the same. "What's the plan here?" I furrowed my eyebrows, putting the safety of the gun. "I need to get you to the safe room with V." He put the safety off his gun as footsteps were heard from outside the office. More gunshots fired from outside so Xavier shielded me with his body as we ran outside the office.

Guards were running all over the place, shooting their guns at the intruders. Dead bodies were on the floor along with blood splattered across the walls and floors. Most of the dead bodies being the intruders since many of our guards were still fighting. Me and Xavier shot our way through the masked men in order to get to the room, him shooting from the front and me from the back. We rounded a corner so Xavier ushered me into it. We crouched down to load our guns again, "These lights are going to turn off any minute now so I need you in the room before then." Xavier glanced around the corner before turning his attention back to me. "What about you?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

There's no way he's leaving me alone and risking his fucking life. "I'll come to you when it's safe amore mio." He sighed, cupping my cheeks. "Be careful please." I leaned into his touch just as more shots were fired. He nodded his head as Pietro came up beside us, breathing heavily with blood dripping down his face. "Amara we need to go now. V is already in the room." He breathed out, shooting his gun around the corner.

"Proteggi la donna a tutti i costi, capito?" Xavier directed his attention to Pietro. His expression hardened and his tone laced with authority yet calmness. He gripped onto my hand firmly as we stood back up. "Of course Don." Pietro nodded his head firmly.

(protect the donna at all costs, understand?)

"I'll come back to you. I love you." Xavier brought my hand up to his lips to place a kiss at the back of it. A kiss that would normally ease all my anxiety away yet it didn't. Instead it only grew more because of the trouble gleam flashing across his eyes. Anything could happen.

Worry crept inside of me at the thought of anything happening to him so I placed a quick kiss to his lips, "I love you." I breathed out, staring into the depths of his blue eyes.

"Amara lets go." Pietro ushered me a way from Xavier who gave me a small nod in a silent way to tell me that's it's okay. Then why didn't it feel okay?

I took one last look at his blue eyes before the lights turned off completely, blocking my vision of him. I know he can protect himself but I never want to see him hurt like he was in the hospital when his father shot him. His life was at risk. His heart stopped beating. I never want to experience that torture again.